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{“O teach me how I should forget to think.”}
DIALOGUE- be365c
FC: francisco lachowski
|{FULL N A M E}|
Romeo Montague
|{N I C K N A M E }|
None
|{A G E}|
23
|{S E X U A L I T Y }|
Heterosexual ; Panromantic
|{O C C U P A T I O N }|
Heir to a rich business cooperation.
|{R O L E }|
Romeo || Romeo & Juliet
| H E I G H T | ; 5'11" |____W E I G H T | ; 140 lbs
| E YE COLOR | ; Hazel |____H A I R COLOR | ; Chestnut
|{ A P P E A R A N C E }|
His grin while magnetic holds hints of malice and a deep longing for something more. Something that, even though he doesn't know it yet, won't tie him down and yet when straying too far will bring him back down to Earth. This is not to say he is usually a pessimistic man hiding behind a façade someone blithe, but rather one that while he stops and smells the roses he won't be blind to the danger behind him.
And many have told him over numerous nights in bed that while soft in disposition his features are sharp and chiseled. A nose like that of Michelangelo and a body of a well-prepared man makes him desirable to those weak in will and easily seduced by temptation. While not naturally sultry he has found more often than not that riding the waves of agony is a much better fate than sitting on the sand and waiting. Good things do not come to those who wait but rather those whom are willing to seek it out.
While he may not think of it as a weakness many have told him his cloying sweet attitude is sometimes utterly unbearable, and when taken to heart they say his self-deprecating mind set is just the icing on the cake.
Abraham Montague ; Father ; Alive
Calista Montague ; Mother ; Alive
Benvolio ; Cousin ; Alive
Mercutio ; Best Friend ; Deceased
Friar Laurence ; Good Friend ; Alive
Bleeding Heart - Manic Depression - Impulsive - Idealistic - Covetous - Friendly
He finds no happiness in the future for he knows the life he is expected to follow is one of mundane workdays and tedious co-workers - expectation hung over his head like a gray cloud just ready to strike thunder. And it because of that though he has made it his personal goal to not be like his father; cold and calculating - playing God when he himself doesn't believe in such a thing. In addition to his 'rebellious' behavior toward father, he gives his heart away easily and takes possession of the others just as swiftly. He is no player, but he expects loyalty and demands he be treated with the same respect he has given others. Toxic relationships are made of people who aren't willing to give but are more than happy to take.
He finds manipulative people to be the bane of his existence for he knows all too well the feeling of being controlled like a marionette, unable to do anything but what the puppeteer wants him to do. But he is not smart enough - rather too trusting - of people that by the time he's been used it's already too late. While one might think he'd have hardened toward people he'd rather regressed in that area; all too willing to give people another chance even though they don't deserve it thoug. It is extremely hard to get on his bad side, but if one manages to do so one can expect no mercy.
Decades of a rivalry with no known origin but rather that of tradition, Romeo grew up thinking the Capulets be the paramour of the devil himself. However with age comes wisdom and he's found the little feud to be more than a little silly. His final thoughts though were solidified when his friend Mercutio went missing after Tybalt - cousin of the Capulet's - sought him out. Mortified that a person could do such a thing Romeo overcome with grief did the unthinkable. He speaks not of what happened that day, but foolishly he thought it would make peace. An eye for an eye; a life for a life.
With the days to come the guilt weighed him down like a concrete wallet. The only remedy in his mind was that of love. Ah, as with every fairy tail all problems could be solved with a kiss to the lips and a smile. It could make the loneliest of men weep in comfort and fill the already expanding hole in his heart.
However, truly it was a shame that the object of his affection did not look his way even once. So beautiful he thought her to be that he promised himself that should he find another woman as great as Rose he would cry tears of acid and claw his eyes out. His vow though was broken the moment he set eyes upon Juliet.
He sits in his cell,
And he lays on his bed.
Covers his head and closes his eyes.
He sees a smoking gun,
And the coward he ran.
And in his arms is the bleeding
Love of his life.
And she cried,
"Kiss it all better,
I’m not ready to go.
It’s not your fault, love,
You didn’t know, you didn’t know."
Her hands are so cold,
And he kisses her face
And says, “Everything will be all right."
He noticed the gun,
And his rage grew inside.
He said, “I’ll avenge my lover tonight”.
And she cried,
"Kiss it all better,
I’m not ready to go.
It’s not your fault love,
You didn’t know, you didn’t know."
Now he sits behind prison bars,
25 to life and she's not in his arms.
He couldn’t bring her back with a bullet to the heart
In the back of a man who tore his world apart.
He holds on to her memory,
All it is, is a memory.
Hey, hey.
He cries,
Stay with me until I fall asleep,
Stay with me.